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Author's Note: This is of course, the best piece I think I have ever written, but I'm not sure. I'd like to hear any criticism in the BBS, and any thoughts on it. This story is about Monique Duval, and she witnessed something she shouldn't have. She forgot about it because it was so traumatizing, but everyone wants her to remember. The question is, what was it? Hope you enjoy reading what happens when a preteen gets bored!
My feet pounded against the ground, but my heart was the only thing I heard. Rocks and thorns pricked at the soles of my feet, shrubs and rose bushes tearing at my shins. I kept running, even though the earth wanted me to stop. I don't know what I was running from, my family and friends, or just the truth of the matter. All I know is that my legs and feet ache, my lungs burn, and my heart is going to pop out of my chest at any second.
A clearing was coming up in the distance, that was my final destination, that clearing. My legs and arms pumped away, but the clearing seemed to grow further and further away. My mind was willing, but my body was not. I stopped and fell to my knees, my breathing slowly regulated itself. When I opened my eyes, I stared down at my legs. Cuts were scattered all over my once smooth and perfect legs and my feet ached and stung. My chest was burning, but I was alive. That was all that mattered, I was alive.
I stood in the middle of the clearing, the woods surrounding me seemed to spin. I sat on my favorite rock, the rock where he and I had become best friends and true confidants. It was so hard to believe, but he was gone. There was a tree directly in front of the largest point on the rock, and that tree was the best memory I had ever had. We had carved our names into the tree, and sap leaked into it, keeping the memory there forever, glistening proudly in the soft moonlight. The moonlight on the soft brown earth had lead me here, and I didn't want it to lead me anywhere else. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I fell to my knees, and pain shot through my legs and feet. "Adrian!" I screamed, "Come back! Don't leave me here in this world, it's your world, and I don't know a thing of it!" I screamed through my sobs.
"Monique! Wake up! Monique!" I opened my eyes, and Mom was shaking me senseless. "Monique, you remembered something. I know you did, you were screaming Adrian's name, screaming that you wanted him to come back," she whispered. "Come downstairs, quick. We have to write this down so that you don't forget again!" Dad stood in the doorway, watching how distressed Mom was about my remembering all of these things. "Gisselle, she is upset about all of this, don't make her relive the pain of the incident. We know exactly what happened, she told us and then she forgot about it all. Don't make her remember something her mind obviously doesn't want to," Dad lectured her.
"Dad," I whispered softly. Both of my parents looked at me, I hadn't spoken since the incident, and they were shocked that I was speaking. "I want to remember. I want . . . vlosure. I want to know why I wake up in a cold sweat, why I dream these crazy dreams, and why Mom wants me to remember." Mom nodded in satisfaction. "Good! Let's go downstairs and write away!" Mom pulled me out of bed and smoothed down my hair a bit. "You do miss him, don't you?" Mom asked me. "Miss who? Adrian? I don't even know who he is," I muttered. Mom shook her head. "Monique, you will remember soon. You will know all that you need know, and you will remember all that you need to. You will remember more than what you need to. And by writing this down and continuing to see Doctor Marina, you will remember sooner than you are supposed to."
Mom and Dad walked out of the room, and I stood there for a second, and started to walk towards them. Pain shot through my legs and feet, images popped in and out of my brain. I opened my mouth to scream for Mom, but no sound came out. Instead I sat back down on the bed, watching every image that rolled in my brain and stuck there. "Mom . . . help . . ." I moaned, my voice coming out like a whisper. I was helpless, I was trapped in my own mind, and I was running from the reality of it all.
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